Thursday was my last Kaplan class for a while. It was sad to see my class go. They've been truly wonderful, and I'll miss them very much. If saying goodbye to them was the worst thing to happen in the past week, then I'd have been lucky.
Our clotted cream went bad!!! So, we had none for the scones...
After a wonderful tea party on Friday afternoon with T, Begem, Kolene, and Shahid, T and I had a rough night. In the past few weeks, our relationship has been undergoing some major restructuring. And to be honest, we've been fighting a lot. Well, I guess that it all came to a head on Friday night. And ultimately, we've decided to split up. No matter how much we have gone through together (which is, undoubtely, a shitload), it makes no sense for us to be together if we're always at each others' throats. I feel that deep, empty ache in my chest. Embracing the reality of it is so hard. By far the hardest part, though, is worrying about her and thinking that I did this to her and caused her so much pain. Teresa has done more for me, more for herself, and just given more in general than I ever could have asked. Who knows what the future will bring, but for now we have to say goodbye.
As if saying goodbye to T wasn't bad enough, I found out that Shahid won't be living with me in the fall, nor will my friend Annie, who chose Columbia over Dartmouth. So, here we go again. Another roommate search. Another unknown. Whatever. At least I'm in control this time. If I get a bad roommate, I'll simply boot 'em out, and I've written the lease to reflect that.
If it wasn't for the major emotional blows, the weekend wouldn't have been too bad. Begem, Kolene, and Shahid have really rallied around me to make sure that I'm ok. On Saturday morning I borrowed a chainsaw from Auden and Paul (docs at the hospital). Though it wasn't running well, I got it running like a top. Unfortunately, on the first good start, the pull cord broke. Luckily, I just happened to have some alpine cord of the perfect size and in perfectly matching Stihl orange. I cleared the giant downage on my commute and left some beautiful potential tables on the trail for pickup later. I also cleared a huge downage on the powerline trail out of Sachem from a microburst a few weeks ago. And I even managed to help a few guys cut a log table of their own. After a long day of hiking and sawing and getting some angst out, Begem and Kolene had Kendal (another med student) and I over for dinner. It was definitely good that I didn't spend the time alone. Yesterday, I managed to tune up Auden's bike, return it and the chainsaw, buy a twin bed, boxspring, and frame for 50 bucks, fit all of it into my hatchback, grocery shop, go for a huge mtn bike ride on the secret trails, return to muffins freshly baked by Begem, and cook dinner for Begem, Shahid, and me. Wow. And yet the whole time I was thinking about T...
I've included many pics of the secret trails. Be jealous. Be very jealous.
This is a "rolldown"? Whoever made these trails wasn't messin'...
Plenty of granite state granite.
This is more of a ladder than a log bridge. Whoever put it there was clearly intending to do more flying down this 6 ft drop than riding. Lord knows you couldn't ride up it.
I popped out of the woods just in time for the famous DART to take off from the hospital and to receive warm cinnamon struesel muffins.
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